#i am an assertive luke truther actually

[derangedthots]

short and sweet jaceluke drabble + hinted jacegon/jacemond

jace laughs against luke's shoulder, burying his face into the younger boy's neck. the warmth of both of their bodies seeps into the other through their matching doublets. jace's hair, a lighter brown and curling properly now that he's letting himself grow it out, tangles into luke's wilder, darker curls.

luke works his thumb beneath the hem of his brother's doublet, grinning widely at baela's crass jest. reclining comfortably as the three of them are beneath the weirwood tree, his eyes catch momentarily against the burning gaze of their two uncles.

aegon and aemond are seated closer to the castle. they nurse twin goblets of wine, but it's clear only aegon bothers to drown his jealousy with his cups. aemond's gaze is keen where his older brother's is hazy with drink. that lone periwinkle eye follows the motions of luke's thumb as it glides against jace's soft skin.

"luke?"

he hums an affirmative, returning his attentions to a much more enjoyable subject than their half-blind uncle. warm brown irises stare at him inquisitively, a mirror of his own that he has welcomed since as long as he can remember.

"yes, jace?"

"told you, he didn't hear me at all," baela interjects with a snort. "at the risk of repeating myself," she starts, rolling her eyes longsufferingly, "jace and i were thinking about a race later. should we expect you and arrax to join us, or" and here baela smirks "will moondancer and i be alone with only ourselves for company?"

she aims a pointed look at luke's hand around jace's waist, jace's head on luke's shoulder.

any closer and jace would be in his lap.

hm, luke rather likes that idea.

"he's doing it again jace."

a light pinch at his side has luke shaking that delectable image out of his mind. jace's eyeroll is a perfect twin of baela's.

"don't be rude, little brother. be good and pay attention, won't you?"

"oh?" luke lifts a dark brow, the meat of his fingers digging into the older boy's hip as he flexes his grip. "and do i get a reward? for being good?" he licks his lips, uncaring of their audience. their sister is well used to this - the singular focus only jace ever seems to inspire from him- and he'll get another lecture for it, he's sure, but so too does luke have a particular fondness for reminding their uncles of his unique privileges.

jace huffs a laugh, swatting his chest and knocking him back against the weirwood playfully. his brother, his betrothed, removes himself from their semi-embrace in the same movement, leaving luke to look up at him. from this angle, jace's head appears crowned by sunlight, just out from under the branches of the heart tree.

he's beautiful. absolutely beautiful, and in two months, he'll be luke's entirely - wedded before their family, before the realm, and before their gods.

his beautiful jacaerys smiles down at him, amused and challenging in equal measure. already luke laments the feeling of jace's skin on his fingertips, under his lips. under his tongue. they will have the rest of their lives for luke to worship him; it doesn't make the current wait seem any less agonizing.

"if you and arrax outfly vermax and i..." jace trails off, making a show of pretending to think. his smile grows until it's an open-mouthed grin, that always tempting tongue caught between his teeth. "we can discuss that reward."

jace helps baela up with a hand, the two of them linking arms and leaving him there on his back with a wordless agreement.

he watches his brother depart and thinks, promises, swears: i'm going to swallow you whole. luke rises from the ground and pats his clothes gently. he trails after his siblings, musing about the endless positions he plans to enjoy jace, before catching aemond and aegon's gazes once more.

luke pastes on his most charming grin and tells them with his eyes, look all you wish, dear uncles, i'll be the one making him scream.